Thursday, January 15, 2015
A Person of My Own Making
I like to think
that I am a person of my own making,
unswayed by the forces that be.
But the truth is
we are all succeptable.
We are all stitched with patches
of other people and other dreams.
The hardest part
is looking at your owns hands
and realizing that you cannot graft onto you
what was born to someone else.
It is painful, I'll admit,
to rip out the stitches
you have so carefully crafted.
But in the end
it's only way to create yourself.
I was feeling particularly poetic this evening, so there you go.